At the gloaming shore, neither sea nor land
The heaving immeasurable darkness ahead
Moonlit the stannic waves swell up and threat
And the nightly breeze is calling my name
I gaze into the night, as if I could see
No land in sight but a voracious deep
I resign myself onto the barque
To set sail to perdition, a fate so dark
Can you feel them, can you see them
The green hills, the silver stream
Can you not see the newborn sky, the auburn sun
waters
voracious
threat
snatching
silver
shore
sense
perdition
nightly
night
newborn
myself
moonlit
mouths
immeasurable
glides
gloaming
resign
lashing
hills
waves
crippled
billows
resistance
gnawing
venomous
breeze
bawling
calling
hurling
swell
across
broken
neither
ahead
auburn
stream
curses
darkness
ferry
fever
green
sight
heart
could
heaving
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